“I like your hair down,” Emily told Summer when we got. I laughed knowingly at her blushing response. “I’d like her panties down,” my broth...r whispered to me. This was just normal dirty talk among brothers. I couldn’t explain it didn’t like him talking about Summer in that way. We were starving and I showed-off the Thai-steak salad I had made myself. She didn’t believe me but enjoyed it all. Or she was just drunk from the large amounts of wine we shared. At one point she turned to look at. It was pretty trim, she thought; and hot. A young man had told her that in Singapore last week, when they’d had a business dinner together, and she had allowed him to seduce her over dessert and coffee and hotly fuck her in her hotel room a little later. Her nipples hardened, and her pussy moistened when she thought about that. He had been very strong, very passionate, and about 10 years younger than she was. She had made a lot of noise. Three times, she remembered. She’d had to tell a. Wow. I'd probably told her I loved her dozens times since we got going, but she'd reciprocated only infrequently; she'd more often equivocated. To hear her say it now gave me tingles."Say it again, honey," I begged."I love you. I really do. I had trouble saying it before because, well, you know..." Your little secret," I said."Not so little," she said sourly. "Larry, I don't know how you can just wipe it out of your mind like that—" Then," I interrupted her, gesturing with one hand. "Now." I. “Oh! I am so sorry!” Chad exclaimed. “Here let me help you clean that up.”Stacee gasped, and was standing there in shock for a few seconds. She looked down at her chest as she could feel the cold soda running down between her tits. She used her free hand to wipe some of the soda off her face. Chad had gone around her to get some paper towels to help her clean up. He handed her the towels, and then watched her as she rubbed the towels around her chest. Chad watched.